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FRANK  CONVERSE’S 


“OLD  CREMONA” 


SONGSTER; 

CONTAINING  A  CHOICE  AND  POPULAR  COLLECTION  OF 

BANJO  SONGS,  STUMP  SPEECHES,  SENTIMENTAL  BAL¬ 
LADS,  COMIC  SONGS,  COMIC  QUARTETTES,  WALK 
ABOUNDS,  SONGS  AND  DANCES*  &c.,  &c. 

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"W  I  t  “n  M  XT  S  I  o. 


COMPILED  AND  ARRANGED  BY 

FRANK  B.  CONVERSE. 


NEW  YORK: 

DICK  &  FITZGERALD,  PUBLISHERS. 
No.  18  Ann  Street.. 

j  9(tb 


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Entered  according  to  Act  of  Congress  in  the  year  1863,  by 
DICK  &  FITZGERALD, 


in  the  Clerk’s  Office  of  the  District  Court  for  the  Southern  District  of  New  York, 


PAOB 


A  Query . . .  8 

A  Race .  29 

Banjo  Duett...  . . . 54 

Call  me  not  back  from  the  Echoless  Shori? .  6 

Charley  Fox  on  Intervention . 18* 

Charming  Billy . L .  < .  22 

Comic  Banjo-Solo . . t..|. . , . 55 

Conundrums . . .  21,  35,  39,  48;  63,  69 

Dandy  Pete  . . . . . . 40 

Dead-Heads .  19 

Db  Old  Banjo . 30 

De  Coon-Huntbrs .  .  38 

De  History  of  de  Banjo .  53 

Down  Below .  67 


Fightin’  in  de  Army .  68 

Gold  Buttons . . .  * . 14 

Good  Reason . . .  14 


Honest  Men .  58 

“  I  CANrT  HELP  DAT  !” .  50 

Jerusha  Anna  Bell . 49 

Jinb  de  Army .  11 


Kruelty  to  Johnny .  34 

Lanigan’s  Ball . 36 

Lord  Lovbl  and  Nancy  Bell .  16 


80  A 
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CONTENTS. 


PAGK 


My  Lowland  Home  . . .  28 

New- York  Fashions . .  .  12 

New-York  Ladies .  72 

Oh,  yes,  ’tis  sol . 52 

“Oh,  you  bet  I” .  26 

Or  any  other  Man . . . . .  82 

Oyster  Sally . 7 

Pete  Williams . 13 

Policy  and  Politics . . . 71 

Pop  goes  the  Nigger! .  33 

Pull  tiie  Stopple  out .  46 

Robinson  Crusoe . 41 

Sally  WniTE . 62 

Sambo’s  Opinion .  9 

Sassy  Nigger  Pete .  24 

Send  de  Sojers  down  l .  47 

Shoddy . 15 

Shoddy-Contracts .  45 

Sparking . 29 

Spelling . ; . . . . . . . . ‘ .  10 

Sweet  Eliza .  57 

The  Bewitched  Terrier .  20 

The  Broadway  Stages .  27 

The  Broom-Peddler .  7rt 

The  Fiftii-Avenoodle  Belle .  61 

The  Four  Vultures .  56 

The  Difference . 35 

The  Gay  Young  Waiter . v..  66 

The  Organ-Gal . 23 

The  Sailor .  60 

The  Twig  of  Shill alah . 04 

Three  Blind  Mice . 89 

Too  True  to  Nature . .' .  31 

To  see  what  i  can  see . . .  65 

What  I  wish . 44 

When  this  Cruel  War  is  oyer .  5 


FliANX  CONVERSE'S 


OLD  CREMONA  SONGSTER. 


"WHEN  THIS  CRUEL  WAR  IS  OVER.’* 

Words  by  Charles  Carroll  Sawyer*  Ebq. 

(The  words  of  this  song,  with  the  music,  are,  published  in  sheet- 
form  by  Sawyer  and  Thompson,  59  Fulton  Avenue;  Brooklyn,  N.  Y., 
and  are  used  in  this  book  by  permission.) 

Dearest  love,  do  you  remembeif, 

When  we  last  did  meet, 

How  you  told  me  that  you  loved  me, 

Kneeling  at  my  feet? 

Oh,  how  proud  you  stood  before  me, 

In  your  suit  of  blue, 

When  you  vowed  to  me  and  country 
Ever  to  be  tjjue  ! 

Chorus — Weeping  sad  and  lonely, 

Hopes  and  fears  how  vain ! 

Yet  praying,  when  this  cruel  war  is  over — 
Praying  that  we  meet  again ! 

When  the  summer  breeze  is  sighing 

Mournfully  along,  9 

Or  when  autumn,  leaves  are  falling. 

Sadly  breathes  the  song. 

Oft  in  dreams  I  see  thee  lying 
Oil  the  battle-plain — 

Lonely,  wounded,  even  dying — 

Calling,  but  in  vain  ! 

Weeping  sad,  etc. 


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FRANK  CONVERSE’S 


IfJ  amid  the  din  of  battle, 

Nobly  you  should  fall, 

Far  away  from  those  who  love  you, 
None  to  hear  your  call — 

Who  would  whisper  words  of  comfort, 
Who  would  soothe  your  pain  ? 

Ah  1  the  many  cruel  fancies 
Ever  in  my  brain. 

Weeping  sad,  etc. 

But  our  country  called  you,  darling; 

Angels  cheer  your  way ; 

•  While  our  nation’s  sous  are  fighting, 
We  can  only  pray. 

Nobly  strike  for  God  and  liberty! 

Let  all  nations  see 
How  we  love  the  starry  banner, 
Emblem  of  the  free  1 

Weeping  sad,,  etc. 


CALL  ME  NOT  BACK  FROM  THE  ECHOLESS  SHORE, 

IN  EEPLY  TO 

“  Rock  me  to  Sleep,  Mother.” 

Words  by  Charles  Oarrot.l  Sawyer,  Esq. 

(The  words  of  this  song,  with  the  music,  are  published  in  sheet- 
form  by  Sawyer  &  Thompson,  59  Fulton  Avenue,  Brooklyn,  and  are 
used  in  this  book  by  permission.) 

Why  is  your  forehead  deep  furrowed  with  care? 

What  has  so  soon  mingled  frost  in  your  hair? 

Why  are  you  sorrowful,  why  do  you  weep  ? 

Why  do  you  ask  me  to  “  rock  you  to  sleep  ?” 

Could  you  but  see  through  this  world’s  vale  of  tears, 
Light  would  your  sorrows  be,  harmless  your  fears ; 

All  that  seems  darkness  to  you  would  be  light — 

All  would  be  sunshine  where  now  is  but  night. 

Chorus. 

Follow  me  cheerfully,  pray  do  not  weep ; 

In  spirit  I’ll  soothe  you  and  u  rock  you  to  sleep 


OLD  CREMONA  SONGSTER. 


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Why  would  you  backward  with  Time  again  turn  ? 
Why  do  you  still  for  your  childhood’s  days  yearn  ? 
Weary  one,  why  through  the  past  again  roam, 

While  in  the  future  the  path  leads  you  home  ? 

Oh,  dearest  child,  dry  those  tears  !  weep  no  more — 
Call  me  not  back  from  the  “echoless  shore.” 

Follow  me  cheerfully,  pray  do  not  weep  ; 

In  spirit  I’ll  soothe  you,  and  “  rock  you  to  sleep.” 
Follow  me  cheerfully,  etc. 

LULLABY. 

(To  be  sung  ad  libitum ,  after  repeating  chorus  to  last  verse.) 
Lullaby,  lullaby,  lullaby — sleep,  sleep,  sleep,  oh  sleep ; 
Lullaby,  lullaby,  lullaby — lullaby,  lullaby,  sleep. 


OYSTER  SALLY.  « 

As  sung  by  Nelse  Seymour.! 


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FRANK  CONVERSE’S 


Chorus. 

So  look  out,  boys,  and  mind  your  eyes, 

When  you  come  through  the  alley ; 

Don’t  fall  in  love  wid  that  little  gal 
Dey  call  young  Oyster  Sally. 

[For  air  of  chorus,  sing  the  last  eight  measures.] 

There  was  a  jolly  fisherman,  his  name  was  Mister  Crank ; 
He  used  to  fish  for  porgies,  down  on  Coney  Island  bank; 
He  fell  in  lub  wid  dis  young  gal  before  dat  he  did  know  her, 
From  seeing  her  picture  painted  on  a  Broadway  omnibus- 
door. 

So  look  out,  boys,  etc. 

He  took  her  to  de  City  Hall,  where  de  soldiers  live  in  tents, 
But  her  cruel  heart  was  conquered  by  de  Sigel  regiment : 
•‘Come,  change  de  rings  mitrne,  mine  love,”  a  Dutchman 
he  did  say. 

Then  broke  his  drum  on  de  fisherman’s  head,  and  both  did 
run  away. 

So  look  out,  boys,  etc. 


A  QUERY. 

Julius,  what  was.  it  that  your  sweetheart  gave  you — 
that  she  wouldn’t  have  if  she  could  have,  nor  she  couldn’t 
have  if  she  would,  and  yet  she  gave  it  to  you? 

Why,  what  was  it? 

A  wife,  to  be  sure. 

Dat’s  a  fact,  Sam.  I  took  her  for  better  or  for  woorse, 
and  i  found  her  a  good  deal  woser  dan  I  took  her  to  be. 

You  did? 

Yes.  Now,  Sam,  why  is  de  ladies  here  dis  ebening  like 
de  magnetic  telegraph  ?  , 

I  really  couldn’t  tell — why? 

Because  dere  is  a  magnetic  influence  in  deir  eyes  dat 
conveys  intelligence  to  de  heart  ob  men. 


OLD  CREMONA  SONGSTER. 


9 


SAMBO’S  OPINION. 

Comic  Banjo-Song. 

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gib  you  my  o- pinion  ob  de  matters  as  they  go.  My 


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white  folks  don’t  git  mad  at  me,  For  what  I’m  goin  to  spoke. 
Chorus. 

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en  white  folks  look  at  me,  It  am  de  truth  I  tell  you, 

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Jump  up,  tumble  up,  git  up,  and  git. 


Some  say  de  niggers  shall  be  slaves,  some  say  dey  shall  be 
free — 

I’d  like  to  know  what  difference  all  dis  trouble  makes  to  me ; 
Freedom  may  be  well  enough,  likewise  emancipation, 

But  I  guess  dat  I  is  bettor  off  down  on  de  old  plantation. 
Den  white  folks,  etc. 


10 


FRANK  CONVERSE’S 


I  see  de  papers  de  oder  day,  to  make  de  army  bigger, 

Dat  Congress  has  made  a  law,  to  go  and  draft  de  nigger  : 
Niggers  dey  can  pick  de  cotton — dey’ll  do  it  very  freely ; 
But  when  dey  smell  de  bullets,  how  dey’ll  run  for  Horace 
Greeley  1 

.  Den  white  folks,  etc. 

BUCORE  VERSES. 

Dar  is  no  silver  nowadays ;  and  money,  dat  has  flew, 
Excepting  lots  of  postage-stamps,  and  greenbacks  cut  in 
two ; 

Shinplasters  now  are  all  de  rage — most  ob  dem  are  good 
for  nuffin — 

I  ’spec  dey  ask  percentage,  by-and-by,  for  sojers’  buttons. 
Den  white  folks,  etc. 

I  wish  de  white  folks  ob  de  Norf  and  Souf  would  hear  to 
me: 

I  tell  dem,  it’s  de  only  way,  to  let  de  niggers  be, 

As  in  our  country’s  laws  it  am  an  institution ; 

Den  let  us  end  dis  trouble  by  de  laws  ob  de  constitution. 

Den  white  folks,  etc. 


SPELLING. 

If  my  wife  should  fall  overboard,  Julius,  what  letter  in 
the  alphabet  would  I  express  my  feelings  with  ? 

Letter  B. 

Now,  Julius,  if  my  wife  should  be  blind,  what  letter 
should  I  express  my  feelings  with  ? 

Letter  C.  Now,  den,  Sam,  could  you  tell  me  what  letter 
would  express  my  feelings  if  my  wife  should  fall  over¬ 
board  ? 

No,  Julius — what? 

Letter  went! 


OLD  CREMONA  SONGSTER. 


11 


JI§E  DE  ARMY. 


Comic  Banjo -Song. 


was  so  pret  -  ty,  She  loved  me  kase  I  beat  de  drum.  She 

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says  to  me, *  l*My  de- ri-est  Sam,  Jine  de  ar  -  my, 


make  your-  self  a  man,  Wear  brass  but  -  tons 


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on  your  trowsers,  Go  and  fight  for  Uncle  Sam.” 


I  went  right  off  and  jined  de  army, 
Dressed  to  deff  in  sojers’  clothes, 

Wid  a  raufstick  on  my  shoulder, 

Ockelets  way  up  to  my  nose. 

We  went  right  down  to  Washington, 

To  play  de  fife  and  beat  upon  de  drum ; 
’Kase  we  was  de  Hoss-marine-ers, 

And  dey  know’d  dat  wo  wouldn’t  run. 


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Says  Abram,  “Now,  my  figtotin’  heroics, 
For  de  good  ob  de  country  you  must  die ; 
Bars  nothing  now  like  gittin’  glo-ri-e, 

With  a  bullet  in  your  eye!” 

Oh  !  we  w  ent  down  to  Richmond  town, 

To  give  the  reb-u-els  a  whack; 

They  recon-oystered  in  our  rear, 

And  consequently  we  adwanced  boldly 
From  de  enemies-es-es  (back) ! 


NEW- YORK  FASHIONS.  (Comic  Song.) 
As  sung  by  Chabley  Fox. 


At  Cen  -  tral  Park,  that  love  -  ly  spot,  Where 


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suit  the  times,  Of  ev  -  ery  rank  and  station. 
(Sing  for  chorus  the  last  eight  measures.) 


OLD  CREMONA  SONGSTER. 


13 


The  ladies  all,  in  sweet  perfume, 

Their  dresses  made  in  splen-di-or, 

And  with  a  trail  five  yards  behind, 

Just  like  an  engine-tender — 

They  keep  the  walks  and  crossings  clean, 
Their  dress  is  a  patent  swTeeping-machine ; 
If  “  Hackley  the  Great”  would  hire  them, 
He’d  clean  the  streets  much  cheaper. 

With  bonnets  stuck  up  on  their  head, 

And  on  the  top  three  ro*si-es; 

With  cloth  enough  to  make  a  suit, 

In  their  long  shanghai  joseys ; 

-Hoops  like  Professor  Lowe’s  balloon, 

With  gas  enough  to  go  to  the  moon; 

And  when  they  swing,  just  stand  aside, 

Or  your  legs  are  dislocated  1 


PETE  WILLIAMS. 


Comic  Quartette. 


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Oh,  I  wish  that  I  had  all  the  might 

For  to  stop  this  mighty  fightin’  war;  * 

I’d  sing,  and  sing,  and  feel  like  a  king — 

And  live  on  de  money  what  Abram  Linkum  don’t  want. 

Oh,  there’s  John  Bull !  he’s  got  a  skull, 

But  very  little  in  it ; 

And  then,  I  know,  he  wants  our  wool, 

And  a  war,  he  wants  now  to  begin  it. 

Oh,  ragged  Sally,  from  Shinbone  Alley, 

She  promised  for  to  marry  me ; 

But  she  altered  her  mind,  and  she  wasn’t  inclined 
For  to  join  with  me  in  de  holy  bands  ob  hemlock. 

Oh,  white  folks,  now  we’re  goin’  away, 

To  seek  some  other  furrin  clime ; 

We’ll  come  right  back  here  some  other  day, 

And  sing  this  song  fur  the  second  time. 


GOLD  BUTTONS. 

Those  are  very  pretty  buttons  you  have  got  on  that  coat, 
Julius. 

Yes,  Sam— dey’re  gold  buttons. 

Gold  ! — how  man)'-  carats  ? 

You  mean  dem  kind  dey  put  in  soup? 

No,  no ;  how  many  carats  fine  ? 

Oh,  go  ’long,  Sam  !  Do  you  ’spose  dat  I  wears  wege- 
tables  on  my  coat  fur  buttons  ?  No,  sir-ee  ! 


GOOD  REASON. 

Pomp,  what  makes  you  hab  no  wool  on  de  top  ob  your 
head  ?  1 

Well,  Julius,  I  was  out  West  ’bout  free  months  ago ; 
and  de  reason  I  got  bald  was,  de  gals  out  dar  used  to  pull 
me  into  deir  winders. 


OLD  CREMONA  SONGSTER. 


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SHODDY.  (Song  and  Danoe.) 


Composed  by  Saul  Sertrew. 

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L  '  JR*  — *- 

out  what  you  do  or  say,  You’ll  get  in  a  snare. 


F?~  ~F=  -  7 

to*  a  0  9  &  £ 

-£K  2'-*- U  -  ^ 

tfc2fc  U=5 — S5-J 

Better  tend  to  biz,  Keep' your  mouf  shut,  Or  de 


fust  thing  you  know,  you  will  git  in  Lafayette. 
(For  the  dance,  play  first  eight  measures.) 


1G 


FRANK  CONVERSE’S 


Shoddy-contract’s  all  de  go,  and  money  fur  de  same ; 

And  if  you’re  a  politician,  you’re  sure  to  git  de  game : 

No  matter  what  the  job  is,  either  shoddy  or  a  ram, 

For  all  you’ve  got  to  do  is,  charge  the  hill  to  Uncle  Sam. 
Den  mind  yoursejf  here,  etc. 

Gold  and  silver’s  mighty  scarce,  sb  de  change  we  have  to 
cramp, 

And  fur  de  legal  tender  use  de  little  postage-stamp ; 

But  the  thing  is  all  played  out,  like  Aunt  Jemima’s  plaster; 
De  more  you  try  to  pull^em  out,  de  more  dey  stick  de 
faster. 

Oh,  paper-money’s  plenty,  and  men  to  spend  de  same, 

But  where  it  all  goes  to — nobody  is  to  blame — 

So  what’s  de  use  of  fifin’  if  you  can’t  beat  on  de  drum  ? 
You  have  got  to  know  your  biz,  or  you’d  better  stay  at 
home. 


LORD  LOVELL  AND  NANCY  BELL. 
A  Doleful  Ditty  of  ye  Olden  Time. 


— 9 — g 


0—1— 0—4- 


Lord  Lovell  lie  stood  at  his  cas  -  tie  gate,  A  - 
-0 - - r  0-0-0 


EfEE 


if 


-V—V—V- 


4==-— P-t - 


combing  his  milk-white  steed,  When  ’long  came  sweet  Lady 

■*-t - — jy—N — h— 


-v- 


cy  Bell,  To  wish  her  dear  .lov  -  er  good 


-K--K- 


•e 


speed,  speed,  speed,  To  wish  her  dear  lover  good  speed. 


OLD  CREMONA  SONGSTER. 


11 


“Oh,  where  are  you  goin’?”  Lady  Nancy  then  said, 
“  Oh,  where  are  you  goin’  ?”  said  she. 

“I’m  going,  going  far  away, 

Strange  countries  for  to  see,  see,  see, 

Strange  countries  for  to  see.” 

He  had  not  been  goneffcit  a  year  and  a  day, 
Strange  scenery  for  to  see, 

When  singular  thoughts  went  into  his  head: 

His  Nancy  Bell  he  would  go  see,  see,  see, 

His  Nancy  Bell  he  would  go  see. 

He  rode,  and  he  rode,  on  his  milk-white  steed, 

Till  he  came  unto  London  town; 

And  there  he  heard  the  City-Hall  bell, 

And  the  people  all  running  around,  round,  round, 
And  the  people  all  running  around. 

“  Is  there  any  one  dead  ?”  Lord  Lovell  then  said — 
“Is  there  any  one  dead?”  said  he. 

“A  lord’s  lady  is  dead,”  a  lady  then  said, 

“And  they  call  her  the  Lady  Nan-cy — cy — cy, 
And.  they  call  her  the  Lady  Nancy.” 

He  ordered  the  grave  to  be  open-i-ed, 

And  the  shroud  to  be  folded  down ; 

And  then  he  kissed  her  clay-cold  lips, 

Till  the  tears  they  went  trickling  down,  down,  <? 
The  tears  they  come  trickling  down. 

Lady  Nancy  she  died,  as  it  might  be  to-day, 

Lord  Lovell  he  died  to-morrow ; 

And  out  of  her  bosom  there  grew  a  red  rose, 

And  out  of  Lord  Lovell’s  a  brier — rier — rier, 

And  out  of  Lord  Lovell’s  a  brier. 

2* 


18 


FRANK  CONYERSE’S 


CHARLEY  POX  OH  INTERVENTION. 

Original  Stump-Speech. 

Discumbobolated  Feller-Citizens  :  Dis  chile  am  gwine 
for  to  comlustrate  to  you  dis  ebl§fin’  de  antiravenous  pro¬ 
ceedings  ob  de  people  what  rewolve  on  de  axes  of  de  globe 
in  general;  so  jest  hold  your  breff  while  I  dive  into  de  ob¬ 
scurity  of  dis  grand  subjec.  Fustly ,  my  dear  lambs,  dar 
was  Mr.  Napoleparte  Bonicum,  dat  fit  de  battle'  ob  Man- 
has-us,  in  Tennessee,  on  de  Pay-monkey  riber,  What  did 
they  do  ?  I  repeat,  widout  repetition,  What  did  they  do  ? 
Didn’t  Bacchus,  de  god  ob  soda-water,  say  to  Peter  Cooper  dat 
if  Cashus  Mud — no,  I  mean  Clay — was  elected  de  chimney- 
inspector  in  de  sixth  ward,  de  Prince  ob  Whales  never  could 
have  got  married  to  de  King  of  Tanbark’s  daughter,  Ehf 
De  land  ob  Paradise  and  honey  would  once  more  smile  on 
New  York,  specie-money  would  flow  around  de  streets,  and 
sixpenny  plates  ob  hash  at  de  Revere  House  would  be  abol¬ 
ished  ;  and  what  would  be  de  use  of  interwention  then  ?  Sec¬ 
ondly,  My  conscripted  Brigadiers ,  suppose  dat  de  prophet 
Moses,  when  he  addressed  de  Baxter  street-itities  from  de 
top  of  Bunker  Hill’s  monument,  had  only  introduced  de  con¬ 
traband  question?  Would  not  Phareoh,  de  King  ob  Egypt 
in  Illinois,  skedaddled  from  de  amalgamators,  and  made 
Lester  Wallack’s  beautiful  figure  conglomerate  into  a  quint¬ 
essence,  arid  engage  Caroline  Richings,  Countess  of  Cham¬ 
pagne,  fur  de  season?  And  dat  would  awert  de  deadly 
cats-after  me  of  Aaron  not  bein’  found  in  de  bullrushes,  or 
make  Simpson  close  his  pawn-shop  in  de  Bowery.  And 
what  would  be  de  use  of  interwention  then  ?  Thirdly,  my  agi¬ 
tated  fire-eaters,  as  General  Banks  remarked  to  me,  when 
Paris  run  away  wid  Helen  at  de  bombardment  of  Fort  Sum¬ 
ter,  and  pulled  Abe  Linkum  into  de  war-panic,  and  caused 
Horace  Greeley’s  nine  hundred  thousand  men  to  make  a 
flank  movement  on  de  rear  ob  de  Tombs,  what  right  had 
de  High  Bridge  at  Harlem  to  be  built  on  such  a  multum- 
cum-pluribus  design,  wid  de  arch  ecleptickely  curved  with 
a  radish  divergency  from  de  common  centre,  biseckting  de 


I 


OLD  CREMONA  SONGSTER. 


19 


conjucake  diamter  ob  de  sediment  ob  de  circumfrence  ob 
de  Daniel  in  de  Lady  ob  Lions’  den  ?  Say  !  what  would  be 
de  use  of  interwention  then  ?  Fourthly,  my  emblems  of  in¬ 
nocence,  and  swine-dealers,  just  let  de  double-distilled  extract 
of  Doctor  Tumblety’s  Saspariller  and  Foot-wash  be  intro¬ 
duced  into  Mayor  Opdyke’s  private  office :  den  Commodore 
Nutt  can  go  to  Europe ;  P.  T.  Barnum  come  de  pie -us  dodge 
in  his  “  Lecture-Room a  bishop  marry  Miss  Lavinny  War¬ 
ren;  de  Broadway  Rolerade  bill  go  up  higher  dan  a  kite ; 
Little  Mac  come  back ;  our  glorious  Spar-stangled  banger 
float  proudly  to  de  breezes ;  de  French  skedaddled  out  ob 
Mexico ;  all  de  politicians  ready  to  take  arms  (out  ob  de 
treasure) ;  five  million  iron-clads  and  cheese-boXes — I  golly ! 
what  would  de  interwenters  do  den  ?  Fifthly,  my  disgusting 
pelevians ,  when  James  Gordon  Bennett  fust  started  his  daily 
sockdolager,  and  paid  Stephen  H.  Branch’s  expenses  to  hunt 
up  ex-policeman  Matsyl,  kase  he  said  he  was  a  true  Ameri¬ 
can  born  in  Englum,  what  right  had  Alexander  the  Grater 
to  find  fault  wid  de  Spittoon  bridges  when  dey  frow’d  dem 
over  de  Chickeuhominy  river  into  Weehawken,  or  Simeon 
Draper  to  introduce  de  game  ob  Policy  into  de  Senate  bed¬ 
room?  or  Charles  Sumner,  de  founder  ob  de  seven  cardinal 
sins,  to  accuse  Laura  Keene’s  Seven  Sisters  ob  deadly  dia¬ 
bolical  tendency  to  undermine  de  concatinative  diabetes  ob 
de  glandular  spinal  ob  de  philoprogeneration  ob  de  thorax 
ob  Abe  Linkum’s  last  joke  ?  But  Gabriel  has  been  heard 
from,  soundin’  his  trumpet  from  de  top  of  Brooklyn  Heights 
— a  brighter  day  am  dawniu ;  de  spread  eagle,  wid  his 
feathers  smoothed  down,  am  preparin’  to  roost ;  so,  now, 
in  conclusion — I’se  but  one  word  to  say — make  me  de  next 
President,  and — and — I’ll  cut  a  watermelon  I 


DEAD-HEADS. 

Sam,  I  had  a  ball  last  week,  and  had  awful  few  dead¬ 
heads. 

How  did  you  succeed  in  keeping  them  out  ? 

Why,  I  put  on  my  bills — “  Tickets  fifty  cents.  No  gem- 
man  admitted  unless  he  comes  himself 


20 


frank:  converse’s 


THE  BEWITCHED  TERRIER. 
A  Canine  Howl, 

By  the  Arkansaw  Nightingale. 

As  sung  by  Nelse  Seymour. 

(Very  Bolemncholy.) 


way  that  creature  chaw’d  up  rats,  Was  gorgi-us  to  see. 


One  day  this  dorg  was  slumberin’ 
Behind  the  kitchen  stove, 

When  suddenly  a  wicked  flea — 

An  ugly  little  cove — 

Commenced  upon  his  faithful  back 
With  many  jumps  to  rove. 

Then  up  rose  that  ter-ri-u-er, 

With  frenzy  in  his  eye, 

And,  waitin’  only  long  enough 
To  make  a  touch  in’  cry, 
Commenced  to  twist  hisseif  about 
Most  wonderfully  spry. 

But  all  in  vane;  his  shape  was  sich, 
So  awful  short  and  fat, 


OLD  CREMONA  SONGSTER. 


That  though  he  doubled  up  hisself, 

And  strained  hisself  at  that, 

His  mouth  was  half  an  inch  away 
From  where  the  varmint  sat! 

Ssftn  Johnson  heard  the  noise,  and  came 
To  save  his  anamile; 

But  when  he  sees  the  critter  spin, 

And  barkin’  all  the  while, 

He  dreaded  hy-dry-pho-bi-a, 

And  then  began  to  rile. 

“The  dorg  is  mad  enough  1”  says  he; 

And,  luggin’  in  his  axe, 

He  gave  that  retched  ter-ri-er 
A  pair  of  awful  whacks, 

That  stretched  him  on  the  flo-i-er 
As  dead  as  carpet-tacks ! 

MORAL. 

Take  warnin’  by  this  ter-ri-er, 

Now  turned  to  sassidge-meat, 

And  when  Misfortune’s  fleas  shall  come 
Upon  your  back  to  eat — 

Beware,  or  you  may  die  because 
You  can’t  make  both  ends  meet! 


CONUNDRUMS. 

Why  are  custards  like  chickens? 

Because  dey’re  made  ob  eggs. 

How  do  chickens  eat  corn? 

By  de  peck'. 

When  is  a  lady  not  a  lady? 

When  she’s  a  little  sulky. 

Why  is  dis  audience  like  a  barrel  of  bad  pertaters  ? 
Because  dey  is  spectators. 

Are  the  ladies  spectators  ? 

Ho,  dey  is  sweet-taters. 


22 


FRANK  CONVERSE’S 


CHARMING-  BILLY. 


A  Pathetic  Ballad, 

As  sung  by  Chakley  Fox. 


—9 - Sr— N- 

M  V* 

9  9  9  9 

*  9  *  * 

Oh  whither  have  you  been,  Bil  -  ly  Boy,  Bil  -  1  y 


live  with  me  for  life,  but  I’ve  come  to  the 
ad  libitum. 


- ~y 

if  j  — i .  .  s 

frn  *9  a  ps 

i 

SJZ 0  a 

- 1  * 

-  - 

con  -  clu  -  si  -  on  Dat  de  gals  wont 
have  me  cause  I  am  rather  light  waisted  in  de  pocket. 


I  went  for  to  see  Sally  Boggs,  Sally  Boggs, 

Oh,  I  went  for  to  see  charming  Sally ; 

Den  she  asked  me  to  come  in, 

And  to  take  a  drop  ob  gin — 

(But  I  know’d  dat  I  strongly  smelt  some  fourth-proof 
camphene,  what  de  young  lady  wanted  to  commit 
deadly  suicide  wid  me  wid.) 

Says  I,  “  No  you  don’t,  Sally  Boggs,  Sally  Boggs,” 
Says  I,  “No  you  don’t,  charming  Sally;” 

When  she  called  her  lovyer  in, 

Who  to  punch  me  did  begin — 


OLD  CREMONA  SONGSTER. 


23 


(And  I  quickly  then  took  the  hint,  and  just  then  remem¬ 
bered  that  I  had  a  pressing  call  to  make  in  another 
locality.) 

INSTRUCTIVE  MORAL. 

Now  take  warning  by  me,  pretty  gals,  pretty  gals, 

Oh,  take  warning  by  me,  pretty  charmers ! 

When  a  handsome  man,  like  me, 

Comes  and  wants  to  mar-i-e — 

(Just  take  the  young  man  by  his  soft  and  silky  hand, 
shut  y6ur  eyes,  and  jump  into  obscurity.) 


THE  ORGAN-GAL. 

By  Nelse  Seymour. 


Now  white  folks  list  -  en  un  -  to 


voice  so  clear  and  sweet.  She  was  dearly  lov’d  by  a 


n*£ 

M  r  ,  n 

- Is  k' 

r 

A 

.  lx  rt  p  .  p  0  0  * 

L  ft 

ti  Tt  j  !  r  r  r 

LALK - 

-  t  * 

L# - Li 

young  Dutch  barber,  dat  liv’d  in  Chatham  Street, 


24 


FRANK  CONVERSE’S 


Chorus. 

[For  air  of  chorus,  sing  first  eight  measures.] 

Shout,  boys  I  shout  for  the  barber  fioe, 

The  gayest  ob  young  fellows, 

Who  loves  that  little  organ-gal 
Dat  peddles  umbarellas ! 

One  day  she  sung  and  played  so  sweet,  in  front  of  bis  sa¬ 
loon,  » 

He  came  from  de  door  wid  eyes  so  bright,  like  he  just  come 
from  de  moon ; 

H9  gave  de  gal  a  three-cent  piece,  and  a  look  of  love  so 
keen, 

She  thanked  him  much  when  she  took  the  “nick”  in  the 
bottom  of  her  tambourine, 

Shout,  boys,  etc. 

The  barber  thought  he’d  won  her  love,  by  her  kind  and 
tender  looks ; 

But  she  ran  off  wid  a  dirty  boy  dat  peddled  Bunce’s  nigger 
song-books. 

When  de  barber  heard  dis  cruel  news,  he  pulled  his  har 
and  swore —  •» 

Then  stabbed  hisself  wid  a  razor-strap,  and  died  on  a  cellar- 
door.  Shout,  boys,  etc. 


SASSY,  NICrOEB  PETE.  (Comic  Banjo-Song.) 
Sung  by  Charley  Fox. 


_ 

fr*-.*  M-?  - 

^ - — tv-i—  -+-0-0—0- 

* 

I’m  right  before  you  now,  So 

n .  #  .  v  k  w  . 

- 1 - /-L- 

listen  unto  me,  I’ll 

-P  ir-K - 

ElP=£=i 

®  f-  »  ■  «  -p-d 

/-V - *--- 

tell  you  bout  de  fun  I  had,  ’way  down  in  Tennessee. 


OLD  CREMONA  SONGSTER. 


25 


At  de  breakin  ob  de  morn,  I  used  to  hoe  de  corn,  An 


f 


e.-e—/- 


t 


den  at  night  de  pretty  gals,  I  us’d  to  go  and  see. 

Cho *  ms. 


i 


1st 


-V- — L 


-y- 

I’m 


sassy  little  nig, 


V — £ 


=IAI* 


d=;i 


ever  you  did  see,  And  all  de  little  yaller  gals 


BzrfEi =*z3=£: 


'*-•-*-* 


-V- 


are  dead  in  lub  wid  me.  Let  all  de  white  trash  just 


i=g^=a^Eip^ 


M 


take  a  back  seat. 


tell  you  now, 


mt 


£-M=z?z 


H - W 


my  name  it  am,  Sassy  Nigger  Pete. 

Ole  massa’s  gone  to  Saratoge,  to  hab  a  little  spree —  1 

It  makes  but  little  difference  to  a  darkey  just  like  me; 

I  hope  he’ll  stay  awhile,  and  a  little  while  longer, 

So  I  and  de  gals  can  hab  some  fun  a-playin’  in  de  fodder. 

2 


26 


FRANK  CONVERSE’S 


Massa  Abram  Linkum  said  he’d  set  de  darkeys  free, 

But  I  guess  that  I  is  better  off  ’way  down  in  Tennessee; 
I  get  enough  to  eat,  and  have  no  care  upon  my  mind; 
And  when  my  work  is  over,  wid  de  gals  I  take  a  shine. 
I’m  a  sassy  little  nig,  etc. 


i 


fli 


“OH,  YOU  BET.” 
Comio  Banjo  Duett. 


m 


Ob  all  de  gals  I  ever  see,  or 
-  0 - - 


|f|=t=5=f==r 


EE 


m 


ev  -  ver  did  dis  -  kiver,  Was  Sukey  Jane  ob 

N 


0.-0 


Tennessee,  down  on  de  Ole  Tar  river. 
Chorus. 


I  took  my  banjo  down  one  night. 
Just  for  to  serenade  her; 

It  charmed  her  so,  she  lost  her  breff, 
And  fell  right  out  de  winder ! 

Oh,  you  bet,  etc. 


OLD  CREMONA  SONGSTER. 


21 


She  lit  upon  her  lovely  head — 

0  Lord  1  it  made  her  holler ; 

I  wouldn’t  been  in  dat  gal’s  place 
For  a  shinplaster  dollar. 

I  hit  de  banjo  once  or  twice — 

I  know’d  dat  it  would  cure  her: 

She  jumped  right  up  and  cracked  her  heels, 
And  danced  de  ole  cachuker, 


THE  BROADWAY  STAGES.  (Comic  End-Song.) 

Sung  by  Frank  Converse. 


&  - 

- K  -  =1  v  v  -  A  - 

Oh  kind  folks 
Cho.  Den  mind  your 


list  - 
eye 


un  -  to  me, 
dey  pass  by, 


101 

I 


jvzzjv: 


tell  you  what  de  rage  is,  It  is  de  op  -  pi- 

tell  you  it  de  rage  is.  Dey  are  de  bosses 


'~S  « 

si  -  ti  -  on,  among  de  Broadway  stages.  Dey 
ob  de  way,  Dis  Broadway  line  ob  stages. 


drive  so  fast,  both  up  and  down,  I 


real  -  ly  think  em  crazy.  Dey  wouldn’t  care  if 


-v-u 


-P—v 


-v— v- 


they  knock’d  down  a  woman  or  a  ba  -  by. 


28 


FRANK  CONVERSE’S 


You  pull  de  strap,  de  stage  to  stop, 

To  let  out  some  young  ladies, 

Some  Dutchmen  and  an  Irishman, 

And  fourteen  little  babies; 

Dey  hardly  git  out  on  de  stepsr 
All  in  a  mighty  bundle, 

The  driver  cracks  his  whip,  and  then— 
Eight  in  de  mud  dey  tumble  I 

Oh,  if  you  want  to  take  a  ride, 

To  see  the  sights  and  faces, 

De  place  to  git  your  money’s  worth 
Am  in  de  Broadway  stages. 

You  see  de  gals  a-smilin’  there — 

It’ll  almost  set  you  crazy; 

You’ll  feel  as  strong  as  Samson  did 
When  he  slew  de  gates  ob  Gaza  1 


MY  LOWLAND  HOME. 

Composed  by  Henry  Tucker,  Esq. 

(The  words  of  this  song,  with  the  music,  are  published  in  sheet- 

form  by  Sawyer  and  Thompson,  59  Fulton  Avenue,  Brooklyn,  N. 

and  are  used  in  this  book  by  permission.) 

0  Mem’ry,  sweetly  thou  recall’st  bright  visions  of  the  past ! 

Again  the  joys  of  youth  are  mine,  the  brightest  still  the 
last ; 

Again  I  through  the  pleasant  fields  and  flowery  valleys 
roam ; 

I  see  the  clust’ring  woodbine  twine  around  my  Lowland 
home. 

Chorus. 

My  Lowland  home,  around  my  Lowland  home, 

I  see  the  clust’ring  woodbine  twine  around  my  Lowland 
home  1 

My  Lowland  home,  my  Lowland  home, 

I  see  the  clust’ring  woodbine  twine  around  my  Lowland 
home  I 


OLD  CREMONA  SONGSTER. 


29 


The  gray  thatched  roof,  the  low  white  wall,  the  gently- 
sloping  hill ; 

The  stream  that  leaves  its  grassy  bank  and  turns  the  neigh- 
b’ring  mill; 

The  yellow  broom  and  snow-white  thorn,  the  cat’ract’s  dash¬ 
ing  foam  ; 

The  daisy-scattered  meads  that  skirt  my  happy  Lowland 
home! 

My  Lowland  home,  etc. 

Vice  flies  the  peaceful,  hallowed  spot' — it  dare  not  enter 
there, 

For  sweet  ascends  the  evening  hymn  and  morning’s  offered 
prayer ; 

And  joys  unknown  in  halls  of  pride,  or  splendor’s  lofty 
dome, 

Encircle  still  earth’s  sweetest  spot,  my  own  dear  Lowland 
home! 

My  Lowland  home,  etc. 


SPARKING. 

Sam,  I  went  sparkin’  de  oder  night. 

You  did  ? 

Yes,  but  I’ll  neber  go  agin. 

Why  not? 

’Case  de  rain  come  and  put  all  de  sparks  out,  and  I  was 
like  de  light  of  oder  days. 

How’s  that? 

Gone  out.  - 

A  RACE. 

Sam,  did  you  hear  ’bout  de  race  wot’s  goin’  to  come  off 
pooty  soon  ? 

No.  What  are  the  names  of  the  runners? 

Wall,  de  night-mare  is  goin’  to  trot  to  de  telegraph’s 
twenty-five  miles,  twice  dat  number. 

Which  do  you  think  will  beat  ? 

Why,  boff,  of  course.” 

3* 


30 


FRANK  CONVERSE’S 


DE  OLE  BANJO, 
Comic  Banjo  Solo. 


n  #  tt  ^ 

— j - 0 F - - #-y  — al — •  H - *a 

:=^  ?  >-v  i  : 

i 


Oh!  de  Banjo  am  de  greatest  thing  dat 


300^5 E? 


0 


-=l=sj 


ever  you  did  see,  It  will  charm  de  frogs,  de  cats  and  dogs,  like- 


LaIU— — a- - 


-0  .  - 


m 


wise  de  honeybee.  The  niggers  love  de  ole  banjo,  de 

iJ-jsa 


0.- 


white  folks  love  him  too,  So  I’ll  give  an  imi  -  tation  in  de 


banjo  *  for  to  put  de  matter  through. 

It  was  on  one  summer  evening,  when  de  moon  was  very 

high; 

I  went  to  serenade  my  gal — de  tear  was  in  my  eye. 


OLD  CREMONA  SONGSTER. 


31 


She  says,  “My  dear,  my  duck-i-dee,  I  think  you’d  better 
stop” — 

Up  went  de  winder,  and  down  there  come  a  great  big  pail 
of  slop ! 

So  I’ll  give,  etc. 

De  banjo’s  like  a  fryin’-pan — handle  sometimes  holler, 

To  let  de  viberation  pass  round,  like  a  silver  doller ; 

And  den  it  throws  right  back  upon  its  jingulation, 

Wid  Paganini-Cremona  strings,  to  sound  emancipation. 

So  I’ll  give,  etc. 

It  was  in  de  year  ob  ’Seventy-six  de  banjo  fust  did  rattle: 
De  niggers  gathered  all  around,  like  smoke  does  in  de  battle ; 
Dey  danced  there  for  leben  years,  and  neber  stopped  to 
think, 

When  up  come  de  king  of  France,  wid  a  bottle  ob  blue  ink. 
So  I’ll  give,  etc. 


TOO  TRUE  TO  NATURE. 

Sam,  did  you  hear  of  me  bein’  a  painter  ? 

No,  Julius,  I  did  not. 

I  am ;  and,  Sam,  I  am  one  ob  de  most  natural  painters 
you  eber  did  see. 

Why,  how  so  ? 

One  time  I  painted  a  beautiful  pictur  ob  way  out  in  de 
country. 

A  rural  landscape,  I  suppose  you  mean  ? 

Yes,  I  ’spose  so;  and  in  de  pictur  dar  was  a  cabbage- 
field  fenced  in,  and  in  anoder  part  ob  de  pictur  I  painted  a 
beautiful  cow ;  and  jest  as  I  had  finished  paintin’  de  cow, 
an  awful  catastrophy  occurred. 

Well,  what  was  it? 

Why,  Sam,  it  spoilt  de  pictur. 

What  was  the  accident?  . 

De  accident  was  dis.  De  pictur  was  so  true  to  natur, 
dat  when  I’d  done  paintin’ »de  cow,  she  jumped  ober  de 
fence  and  eat  up  all  de  cabbages!  So  it  spoilt  de  paintin’. 


32 


FRANK  CONVERSE’S 


ip 


OR  ANY  OTHER  MAN,  (Comic  Banjo-Song.) 
By  Nelse  Seymour. 

I - N— n— - t - - 


±i-A 


i 


Oh!  white  folks  list  -  en  un 

:z=±=^r=± 


*Ef* 


i 


what  I  have  to  say.  Ill  talk  to  you  a- 


t 


m 


-h 


I 


-bout  de  times,  And  fea  -  tures 


ob 


de 


± 


-jhS=S±i 


w- 


day.  And  in  my  song  Ill  do  my  best,  And 


_ . a _ I — 


i 


please  you  if  I  can, 


And  tell  you  what  I  ■ 


3* 


±ftt 


-P—h 


think  ob  you,  or  Any 


OTHER  MAN. 


De  politicians  Norf  and  Souf  am  gittin’  mighty  crusty; 

De  nigger-question’s  all  de  talk,  and  things  are  lookin* 
dusty ; 

But  while  de  flag  ob  freedom  waves  throughout  our  native 
land, 

We’re  bound  to  keep  de  Union  safe,  or  any  other  man. 

Brave  Mac  he  led  our  army  on,  so  ever  brave  and  true ; 

And  if  dey’d  only  let  him  alone,  he’d  put  de  war  right 
through ; 

For  he  himself  would  drill  de  men,  and  soon  would  laid  a  plan 

To  drive  secession  from  our  soil,  or  any  other  man. 


0L1>  CREMONA  SONGSTER. 


33 


POP  GOES  THE  NIGGEE  •! 


End-Song, 

As  sung  by  Charley  Fox. 


in 


— 4- 


When  peo  -  pie  po  -  li  -  tics 


do  talk, 


$ 


m 


:q 


* 


Pop. _ goes  the  nig  -  ger.  Dey  say  dey’ll  make  de 


X 


r- 


rebels  walk,  Pop, 


^ 


<9  * 


goes  the  nig  -  ger.  The 


* 


_ 


i 


po  -  li  -  ticians  are  keeping  still,  13e  contraband  dev 


can  -  not  kill,  But  when  they  want 


Hass  a  -rtt-t..  Pon.  ernes  the 


a  bill,  Pop,  goes  the  nig  -  ger. 


[For  the  chorus,  repeat  the  last  three  lines  of  each  verse.] 

John  Bull  he  tried  a  row  to  make — 

Pop  goes  the  nigger! 
He  tried  this  Union  for  to  break — 

Pop  goes  the  nigger! 
He  says  he  is  a  Union  man, 

To  stop  the  war  he’s  got  a  plan: 

But  when  he  comes  to  show  his  hand— 

Pop  goes  the  nigger! 


34 


FRANK  CONVERSE’S 


Oh,  now  my  little  song  am  done — 

Pop  goes  the  nigger  I 
I  hope  I  have  offended  none — 

Pop  goes  the  nigger ! 

They’re  fightin’  now  all  through  de  laud — 
They  say  to  free  de  contraband ; 

De  war  will  soon  be  settled,  and — 

Pop  goes  the  nigger  l 


KRUELTY  TO  JOHNNY. 


Kruel  is  de  vintar,  vat  now  is  cornin’  right  on; 

Kruel  is  de  Sheidam  snoops  vat  isn't  quite  too  strong  enuff; 


OLD  CREMONA  SONGSTER. 


35 


Kruel  vas  de  ship  vat  on  dera  seas  does  lies, 

But  krueler  vas  de  captain  ven  he  knocked  out  my  Shon’a 
left  eye. 

Tweedlum,  etc. 

Kruel  vas  de  hour  ven  I  did  leave  my  home ; 

Kruel  vas  de  viud  vat  blow’d  an  orfal  storm; 

Kruel  vas  de  ship  vat  sink  to  rise  no  more; 

But  krueler  was  de  bar  of  soft  soap  vat  vouldn’t  vash  my 
Shon  ashore! 

Tweedlum,  etc. 

Kruel  is  de  cold  vedder  vich  now  is  cornin’  on ; 

Kruel  is  de  poorhouse-mens  vat’s  boarded  us  so  long 
And  kruel  is  de  bolicemeus,  and  kruel  is  de  laws ; 

But  krueler  vill  you  be,  mine  kind  friens,  ef  you  don’t  give 
us  some  more  applause. 

^  Tweedlum,  etc. 


THE  DIFFERENCE. 

Sam,  can  you  tell  me  the  difference  between  a  Dutch¬ 
man  and  a  Know-Nothing? 

No,  I  cannot. 

Well,  I’ll  tell  you. 

What  is  the  difference? 

Bekase  one  is  Dutch  upon  de  down,  and  de  oder  is  down 
upon  de  Dutch. 


CONUNDRUMS. 

Sam,  why  was  Vespucius  de  navigator  so  jovial? 
Julius,  I  don’t  know. 

Because,  Sam,  he  was  A-meri-cus. 

Why  are  red-headed  soldiers  always  ready  to  fight? 
Because  dey  carry  deir  fire-locks  on  deir  shoulders. 
When  is  a  boat  like  a  knife  ? 

When  it’s  a  cutter. 


36 


FRANK  CONYERSE’S 


LANIGAN’S  BALL. 

As  sung  by  Nelse  Seymour. 


1 K 

ih~jr-rh  dr   - 

o v  S.- 

.  ..ky  ^  Sl.  P 

J  J-  M  i  a 

p 

im/o  P  p 

. n  4s  P  J  a 

0  0  Z  &  & 

W  .a. 

0 

b  = 

In  the  town  of  Athol  lived  one  Micky  Lanigan, 
Cho . - Whack  fol  lol  fol  lol—  fol  lod  -  e  -  ra, 


YTfsft  w.  ’  v  — N  —hr  — hr  — 

-0 - 0 - 0 - 

Batter’d  away  till  he  hadn’t  a  pound.  His 

Whack  fol  lol—  fol  lol  fol  la. 


— y~tr - T - K - K  — h" 

ESNt  S'l 

•  » 7*  •  t 

father  he  died,  and  it  made  him  a  man  a  -  gin, 
Whack  fol  lol  fol  lol —  fol  lod  -  e  -  ra. 


N fS - A  JS  — & — h~p  „ 

-  *  *  •  >■  $±izz 

Left  him  a  farm  of  ten  acres  of  ground.  He 
Whack  fol  lol  fol  lol  fol  la. 


-Irnr  *  9  +  t  T~ 

Jf  Ur  f  r  .  j  b r 

j  -! J-  -  li-  |  I  #  7^0 

j  j  j  \j  W-  j-- 

y  ^  b  j  < b 

W v  V  V  S  s  + 

*  *  /  y 

gave  a  large  party  to  all  his  re  -  lation,  That 


-i*  *  -i* 

-w- ^ — > — V — w — 8*— U— 

v  p  y  *z 

stood  by  him  when  he  went  off  to  the  war.  So 


~~Y~i  0  0  0  0  * 

0  r  .  f  0  B  u  r 

MSf*.  f>  (  [  |   >y  i 

r  b.  j  r  r  3#  « 

fpTv  j  j  1  \j  v  b 

\/  *  v  y  jy  4  . F  t 

if  you  but  list  -  en  I’ll  make  your  eyes  glisten,  io  the 


"0-7—.  ~r — N — hr  dv  .v 

:=N  j 

K  : : 

A 

rb  ^  ^  j  p 

□  J  !  j 

z  -« 

rn 

V  n  &  0  0  0  a 

9  0 

7  .. 

V 

\L.  *   # 

.an  .  i  _  <van*a  "Ra 

11 

OLD  CREMONA  SONGSTER. 


37 


’Twas  I  myself  received  invitation 
To  invite  all  the  girls  and  boys  I  might  ask; 

In  less  than  five  minutes  I  had  friends  and  relation, 
All  singing  as  merry  as  bees  round  a  cask. 

There  was  Jenny  O’Hara,  the  nate  little  milliner, 

She  tipped  me  the  wink,  and  asked  me  to  call; 

When  who  should  arrive  but  Timothy  Gijlighan, 

Just  in  time  for  Lanigan’s  ball  ? 

Whack  1  fol,  etc. 

When  I  arrived  they  was  dancin’  the  polka, 

All  round  the  room  in  a  queer  whirligig ; 

Jenny  and  I  put  an  end  to  the  nonsense — 

We  tipped  them  a  taste  of  a  nate  Irish  jig. 

Oh,  molly  murther  1  now  wasn’t  she  proud  of  me  ? 
We  battered  the  floor  till  the  ceiling  did  fall; 

For  I’d  spent  three  weeks  at  Brooks’s  academy, 
A-larnin’  the  steps  for  Lanigan’s  ball. 

Whack  I  fol,  etc. 

The  boys  were  all  merry,  the  gals  were  all  frisky, 
Dancin’  around  in  couples  and  groups ; 

Paddy  O’Rafferty  met  with  an  accident — 

Got  his  right  leg  in  Miss  Lanigan’s  hoops. 

The  creature  she  fainted,  and  cried,  “  Molly  murther  1’* 
She  called  for  her  friends,  and  gathered  them  all; 

Tim  Donnelly  swore  that  he’d  go  no  further, 

But  he’d  have  satisfaction  at  Lanigan’s  ball. 

Whack  1  fol,  etc. 

Och,  my  boys  !  oh,  there  was  the  ruction; 

Myself  got  a  tip  from  Felix  McCool — 

I  quickly  replied  to  his  nate  introduction, 

And  kicked  up  the  devil’s  own  fill-a-ba-loo ! 

Ould  Kaser  the  piper  he  got  nearly  strangled ; 

He  packed  up  his  pipes,  his  chanters,  and  all; 

The  girls  in  their  ribbons  they  all  got  entangled, 

And  that  put  an  end  to  Lanigan’s  ball. 

Whack  1  fol,  etc. 


4 


38 


FRANK  CONVERSE’S 


DE  COON-HUNTERS.  (Walk  around.) 

Solo.  All. 


•S  De 


g- 


i 


happy  time  am  cornin’ 

^  Solo. 

fc:^2: 


Oh! 


ic 


f=fc±£E 


hear  de  trumpet  soundin’,  De  coon  he  am  a 

->«'  K  ^ 


$ 


runnin’,  And  we  will  cotch  him  soon.  Ba  -  lam  Ba- 


=2=t 


-in 


-lam 


De  coon  he  keeps  a  runnin’. 


Ba- 


— p-f— g-FF 


-lam  Balam  Balam,  Oh!  can’t  you  jine  along. 


De  coon  he  am  a  foolin’, 

He  thinks  dat  we  is  funnin’; 

Ole  Towser  he  will  wool  him, 
And  make  him  sing  dis  song. 

Balam,  etc. 

De  coon  he  am  a  bilin’, 

De  fire  we  keep  a  pilin’, 

To  keep  de  meat  from  spilin’, 
Just  for  de  barbecue. 

Balam,  etc. 

We’re  gwine  to  jine  de  Union, 
And  lib  with  Father  Abram, 
And  stop  de  pickin’  cotton, 

So  we  can  hunt  de  coon. 

Balam,  etc. 


OLD  CREMONA  SONGSTER. 


39 


THREE  BLIND  MICE, 
Comic  Round. 


i 


4= 


=1= 


Three  blind  mice- 


See  how  they 


-4* 

:r 

m 

-h— r: - hr— F— 0— 

V  V  V  +3  -b  +j 

:b  «  *  *  3 

ruii^-  They  all  run  right  after  the  farmer’s  wife,  She 


/»ii4-  aAP  fb  4- -i 


cut  otf  their  tails  with 


car  -  ving 


m 


knife:  Did  ev 


er  you  hear  such 


jfc±= ±= '±1 


— — J-i 

tale  in  your  life  ?  Three  blind  mice— — 


CONUNDRUMS. 

When  is  a  bedstead  not  a  bedstead? 
"When  it's  a  little  buggy. 

Why  is  an  old  coat  like  iron  ? 

Because  it  is  a  specimen  ob  hard-ware. 
Why  is  a  miuce-pie  like  a  meeting-house? 
Because  you  can  walk  into  it. 

Why  is  a  railroad- car  like  a  bed-bug  ? 
Because  it  runs  on  sleepers. 

Why  is  an  old  maid  like  a  stale  lemon  ? 
Because  neither  ain’t  worth  squeezin’. 


40 


FRANK  CONVERSE’S 


DANDY  PETE.  (Banjo  Solo.) 


rfdyfa= q 

« •  *  e  '—4 

—1* 

-V- — III— ? — j(L 

— j - 0 — 9 — f — 

Oh!  white  folks,  your  attention,  I’s 

Mi=tr- 


SE 


i 


-+-t 

goin’  to  sing  a  song;  And  I  guess  I  will  just  mention,  It 

•Am 


m 


9.-0 


to 


v  T 

isn’t  very  long.  It’s  all  about  a  young  man,  Dat 


6 


" 


■=£lz°z3E£z*±*i£:zi  iq?=3ii=5=?^ri- 

— ^ ^ 
tho’t  hisself  so  neat.  For  he  call’d  himself  Augustus,  But  I 
Chorus. 


tottoh: 


Mu 


know’d  his  name  was  Pete.  Oh!  Oh!  Oh!  De 


-Yr 


to 


to 


.V - 


g 


ladies  al  -  ways  said, 


- 0* 


he  look’d  so  sweet, 

±L 


and  dress’d  so  neat,  he  almost  kill’d  ’em  dead. 

His  young  man  had  no  money, 

But  den  he  dressed  so  neat ! 

He  wore  a  big  brass  breastpin, 

Hat  he  bought  in  Chatham  street ; 


OLD  CREMONA  SONGSTER. 


41 


He  wore  a  false  mustacher, 

His  cheeks  he  used  to  paint; 

And  when  he  rolled  his  eyes  around, 
He  made  de  ladies  faint. 

For  he  called,  etc. 

He  called  upon  his  sweetheart ; 

And  when  he  left  de  room, 

They  found  dat  sweet  Augustus 
Had  borrowed  all  de  spoons  1 
An  M.  P.  soon  did  nab  him, 

Which  took  away  his  breath; 

And  now  lie’s  gone  to  Sing  Sing, 

To  benefit  his  health. 

3?or  he  called,  etc. 


seat 


KOBINSOST  CKUSOE, 
Comic  Quartette, 

± 


■h — h — js — jv- 


-jrr~tr — fv~ 

S — < 


0 - 0. 


S-4 


V— V-¥- 


m 


When  I  was  a  lad,  I  had  cause  to  be  sad.  My 


A 


grand  -  father 


did 


lose.  Oh,  you’ve 


r-g-AAA.-h-#^ 

_ si _ _ /-? _ _ ss  ...  _ 


X 


V  t 

read  -in  a  book  of  a  voyage  he  took,  And  his 

44 -  .y.y 

0 - f - - \T - 0 - ^ 


-N - 


4* 


-80- 

name  it  was  Robin  -  son  Cru  -  a  -  crusoe. 


r 


42 


FRANK  CONVERSE’S 


Last  Chorus. 


Cru 


45- 


soe,  Cru 


-9 

£ 


soe,  Cru  -  a  -  cru  -  so  so, 


fEE 


so—  so,  so,  so. 


OLD  CREMONA  SONGSTER. 


43 


[Sing  chorus  to  first  and  second  verses  in  unison.] 


He  got  all  the  wood  that  ever  he  could, 

And  he  stuck  it  together  with  glue,  so ; 

He  built  him  a  hut,  and  in  it  he  put 
The  carcass  of  Robinson  Crusoe. 

Oh,  poor  Robinson  Crusoe,  etc. 


44 


FRANK  CONVERSE’S 


He  was  brought  to  a  stand  by  a  track  in  the  sand, 
Without  any  boot  or  a  shoe,  so: 

“  Oh,  what  have  we  here  ?  it’s  a  filibus-teer — 

A  Walker!”  sa}^  Robinson  Crusoe. 

Oh,  poor  Robinson  Crusoe,  etc. 


WHAT  I  WISH,  (Oomic  Banjo-Song.) 


Sung  by  Frank  Converse. 


rfPHn 

. 

L  & 

r  \ 

r K  ~ N 

-r  L  1  »*  1 

; 

rrrrn  *  •  J 

1  n 

L  v 

1  ZHTPiZ? 

— a- 

&  ®  ” 

&  \ 

-a — 1 

1 - y-4 - - - L 

thinking  I’d  put  tlie  rebels  through.  Den  wake  up! 


Q  * 

'  it 

•i iff 

■r  i 

£ 

j 

it  St.  ..  

Ti 

#- 

fi #- 

I  /£  ^  0 

9  1 

Ll 

Jl  0  u 

LA. 

L  ^  | 

v 

r~ - &  '? 

P-  ^  1 

k  '  U  - 

boys!  Oh!  don’t  you  hear  de noise?  Dar’s  nothing  like  de 


1 — C— S-ffii — N- — 

I  h 

N.  N  V 

sx 

pAr^it  #  2  i  ■ 

K 

t_T* 

.  N  D  A 

rr/rv  fr  "  ©  h 

-ft 

th 

j  a  J  . 

l  n  /  /  7  . 8 L 

r 

-  0  lx 

talent. 

9 

To 

put 

the  mat  -  ter 

through. 

OLD  CREMONA  SONGSTER. 


45 


If  I  was  Bull  Run  Russell — Bull  Russell — Run  Russell, 

If  I  was  Bull  Run  Russell,  I  tell  you  what  I’d  do: 

I’d  travel  on  my  muscle — my  Benicia — my  muscle, 

And  whiskey  I  would  guzzle,  and  blow  a  little  too. 

Oh,  if  I  was  much  bigger— some  bigger — great  bigger, 

Oh,  if  I  was  some  bigger,  I  tell  you  what  I’d  do: 

I’d  buy  up  all  de  niggers — de  niggers — de  colored  African- 
American  citizens, 

I’d  buy  u^all  de  niggers,  and — sell  ’em,  wouldn’t  you? 


SHODDY-CONTRACTS.  (End-Song.) 


H 

- 

Ik  o 

\  j 

ip  a 

ft  M  J  J 

p  &  Q  ...  r  

Lft 

n  J 

j  r  i  -  j 

Lv 

9 

*  p  p  p 

-P  1 

t  °  P  *  - 

Oh!  every  body  now  is  makihg  money 


r~v~  s 

0  0  ft  ft 

- Si 

!  K.  K  K.  v 

1  1  J  J 

0  0  0 

t  -A  -fr  fr  -ft- 

f(\S  '  tgi 

b  b  tr  It 

f  r  r   9  \ 

LS3zn=  - 

y  ■~,y  y  y  ■ 

-b h-b  1 

|  ^  Q  -  -  0  

fast,  Just  keep  de  war  a  goin’,  and  we’ll  all  be  rich  at 


=2= 

-  N N — H1^— 

-e  e .  „ 

r- 

P  P 

— & - - h - y — y--' - 

last.  You  mustn’t  stand  a  foolin’,  but  go  right  in  and 


~~Y~  N  ’ 

p  Q  & 

-N  P  r 

p  j  ii-t 

rfu  r  ‘  is 

j  1  \J  J  1 

v  jy  ;  9  . 

/  y  v  v 

.Jj  s  v  l 

win,  Just 

take  a  shoddy 

contract,  dat’s  de 

Chorus. 


-  h  <  -ft  T' 

K 

jr~  t  7  1  3 

«  w 

p; 

.  a  w».  » 

^  ®  # 

r  7 

-r  7  r  Tj 

V]/  •  • 

-  P 

way  to  raise  de  wind.  Oh!  dis  am  de 


y'  k 

n  T  « 

0 

.J  A  0  0 

r  *.  0 

rPpr  F  ~t  d 

9 

•  i 

! . /  j 

An z.  u  * 

U 

✓ 

P. 

time,  So  all  go  in  and  wiu,  Just 


V  9  0  0  0 

— T'  r~— r 

k  v — tt 

j  :  ** 

4?  J  j  Lx 

0 

fnY  v  P  j 

3  3  «  9 

T 

vMy  ^  ^  /  / 

r  ■  r  V 

kj  & 

L 

take. an  army  contract,  Dat’s the  way  to  raise  the  “tin.” 


46 


FRANK  CONVERSE’S 


De  brigadiers  and  hoss-marines  am  gittin’  mighty  grand, 

Wid  “giltments”  on  his  sholdiers,  and  their  delicate  white 
hands ; 

Bey  never  see’d  a  battle,  dey  go  it  on  red  tape — 

Wid  pockets  full  of  “greenbacks,”  dey  travel  on  their 
shape. 

Young  ladies  now,  they  are  so  grand,  dey  play  de  grand 
piano; 

They  say  they’ll  never  mar-i-e,  unless  they  g^t  the  rhino. 

Now,  if  you  want  to  marry  some  pretty  little  charmer, 

Just  take  a  shoddy-contract,  and  she’ll  marry  you  to¬ 
morrow. 


PULL  THE  STOPPLE  OUT. 
Comic  Ballad. 

As  sung  by  Charley  Fox. 


a  bummer  meet  a  bummer  With  a  bottle  of  gin, 


if  you  want  to  wet  your  whistle,  Pull  the  stopple  out 


If  a  bummer  treat  a  bummer 
To  fourth-proof  camphene, 

Should  that  bummer  retaliate, 

And  give  him  a  smack  in  the  snout? 


OLD  CREMONA  SONGSTER. 


47 


Every  bottle  has  a  stopple 
Stickin’  in  its  snout — 

So  if  you  want  to  wet  your  whistle, 
Pull  the  stopple  out. 

If  a  bummer  tell  some  bummers 
What  he’s  singin’  about, 

Need  a  bummer  tell  them  bummers 
That  the  thing’s  played  out? 
Every  bottle  has  a  stopple 
Slickin’  in  its  snout — 

So  if  you  want  to  wet  your  whistle, 
Pull  the  stopple  out. 


SEND  DE  SOJEES  DOWN!  (Walk  around.) 

By  Frank  B.  Converse. 


wilderness— Send  de  sojers  down!  Good  news! - 


rH 

— 

-a?- — r 

tr.  9  .  j 

9 p  Q 

r» ft  T 

i 

j—  r  ■ 

Tj  ;  ~  ft 

1  ~ 

V 

lU  l - 1 

*  -J  - 

Good  ne - ws,  Good  news  for  de  contraband! 


-J-T--' 

5-P  -  =f  ^  r-  gp 

— - 

Good  ne - ws!  Good  news,  Newborn  again. 


48 


FRANK  CONVERSE’S 


Abram  Linkum  said  to  me — 

Send  de  sojers  down ! 

He’s  gwine  to  make  de  niggers  free— 

Send  de  sojers  down! 

Good  news,  good  news,  good  news  from  Abraham! 

Good  news,  good  news — new  born  again ! 

Dance. 

De  niggers  den  will  be  de  king — 

Send  de  sojers  down  1 

And  how  we’ll  make  de  white  folks  sing — 

Send  de  sojers  down  ! 

Good  news,  good  news,  good  news  for  de  colored  folks! 

Good  news,  good  news — new  born  again ! 

Dance. 

Dey’re  goin’  for  to  try  for  to  make  de  niggers  fight — 
Send  de  sojers  down  1 

But  we  will  run  wid  all  our  might — 

Send  de  sojers  down  I 

Bad  news,  bad  news,  bad  news  from  Abraham! 

Bad  news,  bad  news,  Abri-u-ham  1 

Dance. 


CONUNDRUMS. 

"Why  is  a  pretty  young  lady  like  a  wagon- wheel? 
Because  she  is  surrounded  by  felloes. 

What  is  it  that  is  a  cat  and  not  a  cat,  and  yet  it  am  a 
cat? 

A  kitten. 

Why  is  a  hog  in  a  parlor  like  a  house  on  fire  ? 

Because  they  both  want  puttin’  out. 

What  makes  a  pet  dog  wag  his  tail  when  he  sees  his 
master  ? 

Because  he’s  got  one  to  wag. 

Why  is  a  man  with  a  great  many  servants  like  an  oyster? 
Because  he’s  eat  out  of  house  and  home. 


OLD  CREMONA  SONGSTER. 


& 


JEKUSHA  ANNA  BELL. 

Comic  Banjo  Song. 

Sung  by  Frank  Converse. 


1 EEat 


m 


-t— P 


i 


[  once  went  a  courting  Je  -  rusha  Anna  Bell. 


3=8=i=3F 


-a 


Ri  fol  *  de  -  did  -  die  ol 


de  da. 

E3^= 


courted  her  kase  I  liked  her  very  well.  Oh, 


i 


B  9 


*=£: 


Ri  -  fol  -  diddle-  ol  de  da. 


She  was 


$ 


M 


-Fj - H - Fj  — »■ 

V, — Vy — ^ — *- 


tall  and  slim,  and  den  she  was  so  rich,  She  be- 


=£=*.  .  — =r 

— — | - - Sr - Sr 

W-*  *  r" 

-long’d  to  de  rooster  -  cratic  rank,  Kase  she 


50 


PRANK  CONVERSE^ 


One  day  I  asked  her  for  to  marry  me, 

Hi  fol,  etc. 

She  threw  back  her  bonnet,  and  hollered,  “  No,  sir-ee  I” 
Ri  fol,  etc. 

Says  she,  “Young  man.  I  think  you  are  too  poor, 

And  I  don’t  think  that  you  have  got  much  brains; 

For  when  I  marry,  I  want  a  man 

That  knows  enough  to  come  in  when  it  rains!” 

Oh,  hard  was  the  fate  of  Jerusha  Anna  Bell! 

Ri  fol,  etc. 

But  the  truth  to  you  I  am  now  a-goin’  to  tell, 

Ri  fol,  etc. 

The  faro-bank,  one  day  it  busted  up, 

And  it  wouldn’t  pay  Jerusha  nary  red: 

It  struck  to  her  heart,  and  it  made  her  sick, 

And  finally  it  killed  her  dead. 


“I  CAN’T  HELP  BAT” 


Comic  Song, 

Sung  by  Charley  Fox. 


OLD  CREMONA  SONGSTER. 


51 


-G-rb  f  ...  m  e  e  K ' 

V  K 

JL  U  |  m  0  j  f  N 

ffrsv  p  f  j  r  h-  t-  ; 

rj  1  j 

JZaZ _ V-  ?  r  t  *  - 

o  &  ®  n 

white  folks  sot  de  trigger,  Au’  now  because  dere 


— tr,  b 

a  •  0 

9  ?  o 

 L 

 /  b  L 

G  I  i  J 

0  m  «  l- 

J  J  ft 

t  "b  [j  r~ 

r  r  '  t 

HTF  ■■  t>- 

f  V  v 

-  *  u  V- 

LU- — ' — L 

hands  am  full,  Dey’s  down  on  all  de  niggers. 
Chorus. 


JL  b  u  p  r 

0  O  0  * 

V  a  a 

1  .  1  -  1  / 

t  J  -  | 

. =-r—0j 

V  P  V-  J 

-P P  P 

But  I  can’t  help  dat,  ’Taint  my  fault, 


-y-f  v  ... P  T  s  , 

“  ,  Tr 

©  p  0  © 

ATb  U-  J  a  p 

•f  J  ■ 

A 

T  7  0  A 

-  -y  -y  -y 

'  M '  0  •  J 

0 

you  can  plainly  see,  De  more  dis  war  dey 


~~TT»  "N 

\  \  h.  r 

rr 

JL.  b  L  0  &  J  1  -V 

~TT  P  ~P W  ' 

>•18 

d  d  i  * 

i  r-fr 

-VP  |i— b  b  . 

^  g  0  : 

-~i — 

prosy  -  cute,  De  wuss  it  am  for  me. 


I’ve  lived  for  more  than  forty  years, 
And  never  see’d  a  trouble ; 

And,  wid  some  folks,  de  nigger  am 
De  issue  ob  de  debil — 

Bekase  dey’s  black,  and  some  am  free 
As  any  in  de  nashun; 

And  some  ob  us  now  smell  a  mice 
In  de  bill  ob  de  confiscashun. 

But  I. can’t  help  dat,  etc. 


Now,  some  folks  said,  “  Oh,  who’d  a  thought, 
When  fust  dey  made  de  figger, 

Dat  all  de  Norf  and  all  de  Souf 
Would  fuss  about  de  niggers?” 

Up  in  de  Norf  dey  sets  him  free, 

And  in  de  Souf  dey  spend  him ; 

Now,  if  dey  set  de  niggers  free, 

Whar  is  dey  gwine  to  send  ’em? 

But  I  can’t  help  dat,  etc. 


52 


FRANK  CONVERSE’S 


OH,  YES,  ’TIS  SO! 
Comic  Song, 

Sung  by  Nelse  Seymour. 


j  Our  nation’s  topsy  turvy,  and  things  are  looking 
\  Our  specie’s  all  skedaddled,  and  gold  am  out  of 


tz3l 


J-P- 


=N— 5E 


f  queer,  For  dat  de  times  am  shaky,  to 

\  date,  Shinplasters  too  have  fizzled,  now 

Chorus. 


m 


i 


-h 


f  all  is  very  clear. 
1  Greenbacks  circulate. 


Yes,  ’tis  so,  Oh! 


yes,  ’tis  so,  To  all  it’s  very  clear,  The 


3 


nation’s  topsy  turvy,  And  things  are  looking  queer. 


Our  rulers  down  at  Washington  excited  seem  to  be — 
We’ve  had  a  proclamation,  for  to  set  de  niggers  free: 

Now,  Brother  Horace  says,  that  they  emancipation  get ; 
But  Horace  must  mistaken  be,  the  “darks”  don’t  see  it  yet. 


Now,  Giddy  Welles  they  say’s  asleep,  but  soon  he  may 
awake ; 

And  Stanton  take  a  lesson,  too,  and  no  more  blunders  make. 
We’ve  got  an  army  large  enough  at  once  to  clear  de  track, 
If  “  red  tape”  will  but  rest  a  while,  and  give  us  Little  Mac. 


OLD  CREMONA  SONGSTER. 


53 


DE  HISTOBY  OB  DE  BANJO, 
Comic  Banjo-Solo, 

Sung  by  Frank  Converse. 


-df  ^  =Msnss-  n  "t?  , 

— !.'# — 0  — 0 — a*— — — S — S-Ny - 

T5  -°  b 

De  banjo  am  de  greatest  thing,  dat  ever  you  did  know,  And 


9  0-0 — 


when  de  darkey  hear  de  sound,  it  shakes  de  heel  aiv  toe,  It  was 


-A-l - 0-0- 


-v—v- 


raised  in  old  Wirginn3r,  down  in  Lousiana  State,  a.- 


-bout  ten  thousand  years  ago,  for  so  de  people  state. 
Chorus . 

4& 


m 


0*0-0--— 0-0  ~ 


Mm 


Ah,  Oh,  Oh,  Oh,  did  you  ever  go  to  be  !  De 

~b - fc-N 


TV 


iS— N-N--K- 


-0-. 


"Sr  ^ 

$*=■ 


Mi 


-0.U 

banjo  am  de  wonderfullest  thing  you  ever  see. 


I 


De  darkeys  they  do  love  to  work  in  massa’s  cotton-gin, 

But  always  hate  to  hear  de  words,  “Now  go  to  work 
agin;” 

But  when  de  6berseer  comes  ’round,  it  always  grieves  us 
so, 

We  stop  de  work,  and  play  a  tune  upon  do  old  banjo. 

5* 


54 


FRANK  CONVERSE’S 


Dis  darkey ’<3  gwine  to  leave  de  Souf — to  Canada  he’ll  go, 
’Kase  I  trabels  on  ray  muscle,  and  I  plays  de  old  banjo ; 
I’se  gwine  to  wear  big  ruffles,  and  gloves  upon  de  hand, 
And  I’se  a-goin’  to  blow  de  drum  in  Dod  worth’s  big  brass 
band. 


kk 


BANJO  DUETT. 

As  sung  by  Fox  and  Converse. 
T~1  N - 


mi 


Oh  !  way  down  Souf  whar  I  was  born, 
And  when  at  night  dey  dance  de  reel. 


Sym. 


Dey  fat  de  lit  -  tie 
Dey  eat  so  much  it 


hear  de  ban -jo  soun  -  din\ 


OLD  CREMONA  SONGSTER. 


55 


A  bull-frog,  dressed  in  sojers’  clothes, 
Went  to  de  field  to  shoot  some  crows : 
De  crows  dey  know’d  he  had  no  gun, 
And  so  he  couldn’t  make  ’em  run. 

Ob  all  de  things  I  eber  eat, 

Dars  nothing  like  de  ’possum-meat ! 

It’s  good  to  make  de  banjo  sound, 

And  raise  your  heel  right  off  de  ground. 


COMIC  BANJO  SOLO. 


Sung  by  Frank  Converse. 


f 


Ob  ,  __ 


all  de  instruments  dat’s  play’d,  Gib 


f=& : 


£-=5 —P: 


0-1—0- 


0  ±-0- 


V— 


Mi 


me  de  ole  banjo, 


b  $r 


It  makes  de  darkey 


jump  around,  upon  de  heel  an  toe,  It’s  e- 


56 


FRANK  CONVERSE’S 


I  played  before  de  King  ob  France,  likewise  de  Queen  ob 

Spain; 

And  for  de  Queen  ob  Englum,  right  in  de  Drury  Lane. 

She  says,  “My  hansum  colored  boy,  just  play  a  little  jig, 

I  want  to  have  a  little  dance” — she  danced  just  like  a  pig! 

I  never  will  forget  it,  and  I  think  I  never  ought, 

When  I  played  before  de  jury  and  de  judge,  right  in  de 
court. 

De  man  was  tried  for  murder,  but  de  judge  was  full  ob  glee ; 
De  banjo  made  him  happy,  and  he  set  dat  poor  man  free. 


THE  FOUR  VULTURES. 

Comic  Quartette, 

(The  leader,  with  open  book,  recites  each  couplet  before  singing.) 

[Spoken]  There  was  two  crows  sat  on  a  tree, 

As  black  as  any  crows  could  be.  [Sing.] 

4±  Vf  .All» 


I—* 


There  was  two  crows  sat 

»  ft 

site 


a  tree,  As 


3= 


$ 


-r- 


-q— q — 

-H - - « 


black - 


a  -  n  -  y  crows  could  be. 


[Spoken.]  Says  one  old  crow  unto  his  mate, 

“  What  shall  we  do  for  bread  to  ate  V 1  [Sing.] 

J— ^rj=rj:q= :j— 'V  .  dApA 


Says  one  old  crow 


*—#—0 — 


unto - his  mate,  “What 


HI 


3E 


~a~ 


3fc£ 


shall - we  do - for  bread  to  ate?” 


OLD  CREMONA  SONGSTER. 


5T 


Then  up  did  rise  the  other  crow, 

And  said,  11 1  don’t  know  what  to  do : 
The  farmer  he  does  watch  his  corn, 
And  keeps  it  locked  up  in  the  barn. 

“  On  yonder  field  a  horse  has  lain, 
Who  has  been  only  three  days  slain ; 
We’ll  light  upon  his  bare  backbone, 
And  pick  his  eyes  out,  one  by  one  1” 


SWEET  ELIZA, 
End-Song. 


W 


r=S=3p=- w- 

— ^ — i—pt 

dearly  love  a - lit  -  tie.  gal,  In- 


ifc 


-0* 


'-M-V- 


— v~ 


V — & — ^ — fr— r 


-deed  she’s  stole  my —  heart  away.  She  always  makes  de 


=8=rZ  *  - 

~R| - Kr - Kr - Nr - 

hs  .  - 

w  "  <  *•  . 

i-ra  r  n-- 

-•—j  ^  -N- : 

white  folks  stare,  When  she  is  strollin’  on  Broadway. 


tC 


3 


:=t 


-P—0- 


■v-v- 


Darkies  sigh  as  we  pass  by,  And  roll  their  eyes  on 

==fc=±E=: 


,s! ; 


sweet  E  -  li  za ;  Darkies  sigh 


as  we  pass 


ll 


by,  And  roll  their  eyes  on  sweet  E  -  li  -  za. 


BB 


FRANK  CONVERSE’S 


Her  mother  she  does  take  in  wash  in’. 

.A  ud  starches  collars  for  de  gents ; 

And  Eliza,  like  a  good  little  daughter, 

Hangs  ’em  to  dry  out  on  de  fence. 

Her  mammy  is  a  cream  o' Tartar, 

And  she  don’t  like  me  pretty  well; 

She  doused  me  in  a  pail  of  water, 

Which  didu’t  make  me  feel  very  well. 

I  asked  Eliza  if  she’d  have  me, 

And  give  up  her  pro-fes-si-on : 

She  jumped  right  up  and  said,  “Don’t  tafty  !” 
And  we  was  quickly  spliced  in  one. 


HONEST  MEN. 

Comic  End-Song. 

Words  by  Saul  Sertrew.  Originalfy  sung  by  Nelse  Seymour. 


i 


Ill  sing  to  you 


lit 


tie  song,  it 


t 


will  not  take  me  long,  The  words  they  are  not 


-P- 


many,  but  they  will  make  up  the  song.  It’s 


m 


i 


how  to  make  a  liv  -  ing,  all  in  an 


fat 


way,  And - speak  it  out  just  like  a  man,  for 


OLD  CREMONA  SONGSTER. 


59 


i 


Imitations ,  ad  libitum , 


a 


-P— F- 


P—P 


V— P- 


-V-c^ — 

all  you’ve  got  to  say,  With  your  “Soap  fat,”  “Rags,”  “Soap  fat,” 

“  Tin 

Slow . 


Ie 


1 


#  i-#— 0- 


±2=5: 


ware  to  mend,”  “Brooms,”  “Aney  old  locks  yez  wants  kays  fur?” 
Chorus. 

c=f5= rfc=± 


| 


g3=f5: 


rdf - 


tot 


.  .  v— v 

“Glass  put  in,”  Oh,  these  fa  -  miliar  cries,  You  can 


f- # - P - w - 

i 


hear  them  every  day,  And  as  you  pass  a- 

fr  ^~T  jT~  .  k   .-Zh  .  --|V 


42- 


-long  the  street,  You  hear  just  what  they  say. 


There  was  a  man  lived  in  dis  town,  who  cut  a  dashing 
swell — 

He  sported  lots  of  jewelry,  so  de  ladies  liked  him  well ; 

So,  just  for  to  please  de  ladies,  his  money  he  did  spend — 
He  was  afraid  to  steal,  so  he  just  turned  an  honest  man. 

With  hts  [imitations],  etc. 


The  politicians  grumble  some,  and  say  their  gittin’  poor, 

For  Abram  saw  their  little  tricks,  and  shut  the  treasury- 
door. 

Don’t  be  too  nice — take  my  advice — ’tis  good,  you  may 
depend : 

With  hook  and  basket — stock  enough  to  make  you  honest 
men. 

With  your  [imitations],  etc. 


60 


FRANK  CONVERSE’S 


THE  SAILOR. 

Comic  Banjo-Song. 

Sung  by  Charley  Fox. 

-K  '  -K- 


said  that  she  would  marry  me,  ’kase  I  was  so 

zii;S=j“==— 4_ — i — z — fs 


— h 


-h—*- 


-3=jrz 


funny,  She  said,  “If  you  don’t  come  home,  just 
Chorus. 


yal-ler  gal,  that  ev  -  er  you  did  see,  Slu 

-SJ— -hr 


±=3±± 


-N~»- 


±3t 


V— 


~g~r 


was  a  han’some  charmer,  born  on  de  ole  Pee  Dee. 


OLD  CREMONA  SONGSTER. 


61 


I  sent  her  all  my  money,  just  like  a  beetle-head; 

And  when  I  come  to  know  things,  I  found  dat  she  had  fled, 
Ob,  now  I’m  sad  and  lonely — it’s  almost  killed  me  dead; 
I’ve  got  a  mind  to  drown  myself,  or  jump  oft* some  man’s  shed. 

Now,  darkeys,  take  a  warnin’ — just  listen  unto  me : 

Oh,  never  be  a  sailor,  if  you  want  for  to  marry ! 

Dis  charmin’  gal  am  ruined  now,  as  you  shall  plainly  see — 
She  got  married  to  another  nig,  and  dat  was  bigamy. 


THE  FIFTH- AVENOODLE  BELLE. 
Comic  Banjo -Solo. 


dwell;  He  used  to  butcher  clams,  which 

-S3- 


— a - a» - 


rather  soiled  his  hands,  So  the  trade  it  didn’t  suit  him  very 
Chorus. 


-jU. 


well. 


Den  take  my  ad  -  vice,  Don’t  try  to  be  too 


*  t 


*5=5; 


nice,  But  always  take  a  trick  when  you  can. 


6 


62 


FRANK  CONVERSE’S 


He  wore  such  han’some  clothes,  strapped  way  down  to  his 
And  he  cut  such  a  mighty  swell !  [toes, 

So,  on  one  very  fine  day,  he  got  married  right  away, 

To  a  dashing  Fifth- Avenoodle  belle. 

One  day,  as  he  was  walkin’  up  and  down  de  street, 

Along  with  his  avenoodle  dear, 

His  daddy-in-law  he  found  was  boss  of  a  candy-stand, 

And  his  business  was  sell  in’  soda-beer  1 


SALLY  WHITE,  (Comic  Banjo-Solo.) 
Sung  by  Charley  Fox. 


f\V.  T  T _ ..... 


Oh!  I’ve  come  right  out  before  you,  to 


sing  a  lit  -  tie  song,  Just  have  a  lit  -  tie  patience, 


- g U-g i—0 0 - - 


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and  it  will  not  take  me  long,  It’s  a- 


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bout  a  little  gal,  and  her  name  was  Sally  White,  She 


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lov’d  me  more  than  any  man,  with  all  her  main  and -might. 
Chorus. 


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Oh!  white  folks,  de  gals  dey  are  so  funny, 


OLD  CREMONA  SONGSTER. 


63 


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buy  silk  dresses  and  Alii  -  gator  shoes,  And 

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take  ’em  to  the  “uproar”  in  a  big  barouche. 


Now,  Sally  was  de  tallest  gal  dat  ever  you  did  see; 

Her  voice  it  was  so  sweeter  dan  de  little  humming-bee; 
And  when  she  took  aTnap,  she  looked  sweeter  dan  de  angel: 
But  when  she  went  to  eat,  why,  she  always  cleared  de  table. 

Oh,  white  folks,  etc. 


There’s  one  thing  more  I  have  to  say,  it’s  hard  for  to  relate, 
Sally  she  skedaddled  ’way  down  to  de  Southern  state ; 

And  now  she’s  mendin’  trousers  for  Jeff  Davis’s  brigadiers; 
And  if  she  would  come  back  to  me,  I’d  give  her  three  smacks 
in  de  jaw ! 

Oh,  white  folks,  etc. 


CONUNDRUMS. 

"Why  is  a  poor  man  like  a  baker? 

Because  he  needs  de  dough. 

Who  was  the  oldest  woman  ? 

Aunt-Iquity. 

Why  is  a  vain  young  lady  like  a  confirmed  drunkard? 
Because  neither  is  satisfied  with  a  moderate  use  of  the 
glass. 


64 


FRANK  CONVERSE’S 


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THE  TWIG  OF  SHILLALAH. 
Patriotic  Irish  Song, 


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tight  lit  -  tie  lad  at  Shil  -  la 


lah. 


world  I  be  -  gan  with  a  prospect  so  fair, 


,  My 


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dad  was  worth  nothing,  and 


was  his  heir,  So 

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all  my  estate  was  a  heart  free  from  care,  And  a 


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h;  *7  r  9  a n  1 

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frTS  *  /  ! \j  !  j  9  J 

V  17  ^  /  *  1 

“Turn  captain,”  cried  dad,  “and  if  kilt  in  the  strife, 
Success  and  long  life  to  shillalah ! 

Your  fortune  is  made  all  the  rest  of  your  life, 

As  sure  as  there’s  bogs  in  Killalahl” 


OLD  CREMONA  SONGSTER. 


65 


But  thinks  I,  “  Spite  of  what  fame  and  glory  bequeath, 
How  conceited  I’d  look  in  a  fine  laurel-wreath, 

Wid  my  head  in  my  mouth,  to  stand  pickin’  my  teeth 
Wid  a  tight  little  twig  of  shillalah !” 

To  sustain  the  Union  I  firmly  will  aid, 

Wid  my  tight  little  twig  of  shillalah; 

For  a  divil  of  a  rumpus  Jeff  Davis  has  made, 

As  sure  as  there’s  bogs  in  Killalah ! 

I’ll  still  for  our  friends  have  a  heart  warm  and  true, 

To  our  foes  give  my  hand — for  what  else  can  I  do? 
Yes,  I’ll  give  ’em  my  hand — but  along  wid  it,  too, 

A  tight  little  twig  of  shillalah  ! 


TO  SEE  WHAT  I  CAN  SEE,  (Comic  Banjo-SongO 
Sung  by  Charley  Fox. 


just  look  at  you  all, 

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for  to  see  what  1  can  see. 


66 


FRANK  CONVERSE’S 


Now,  there’s  a  man  a  smilin’,  he’s  dressed  so  very  neat, 
Wid  his  arm  around  a  little  gal,  she  looks  so  very  sweet; 
He  looks  a  kind-er  languj^hin’,  she  looks  him  in  de  eye— 
But  if  her  mammy  heard  ob  dis,  why,  she’d  bust  out  and  cry 

Oh,  don’t  you  see  dat  charmer,  a-sittin’  over  there? 

She’s  dressed  to  deff  wid  jewelry,  and  ringlets  in  her  hair. 
Her  husband’s  mighty  rich,  and  has  got  a  bad  cough; 

It’s  made  him  sick,  a-buyin’  things  for  her  to  show  off. 
Now,  there’s  a  hansum  clerk,  wid  eyelashes  on  his  lip ; 

He  kisses  all  de  pretty  gals,  wid  his  sip-per,  sip — ah— sip; 
He  does  it  kind-er  careless,  and  always  on  de  sly; 

But  if  he  doesn’t  steal  a  dress,  de  gals  dey  say,  “  Ok,  fiel” 


THE  GAT  YOUNG  WAITER,  (Sung  by  Nelse  Seymour.) 


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Some  years  a  -  go  or  may  be  la  -  ter, 


There  was  a  chap,  no  small  po  -  ta  -  to,  At  Meschutts  he 


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was  a  waiter,  ’Ten  -  din’  to  de  calls.  He 


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had  curly  har,  and  jet  black  eyes  too,  Pointed  chin,  and 


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nose  lai'ge  size  too.  He  tot  -  ed  cof  -  fee  and 


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oyster  pies  too,  Cakes  and  codfish  balls. 


OLD  CREMONA  SONGSTER. 


67 


There  was  a  gal — one  Jane  Matilda — 
Love  for  him  had  nearly  killed  her ; 

She  was  a  straw-bonnet  builder. 

In  a  shop  down  town. 

Dressed  to  death,  with  han’some  features, 
Every  day  he’d  go  to  meet  her, 

And  to  lager-bier  he  would  treat  her — 
Oh,  he  did  it  brown ! 

He  promised  he’d  be  her  defender, 

And  to  de  halter  he’d  atteud  her  ; 

But  he  went  off  on  a  bender, 

And  he  soon  got  tight. 

De  police  found  him  in  de  gutter — 

Not  a  word  he  scarce  could  utter; 

So  dey  brought  him  on  a  shutter, 

To  de  Tombs  dat  night. 


DOWN  BELOW. 


A  Pathetic  Ballad. 


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will  tell,  ’bout  the  reb  -  i 

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That  in  se-cesh  do  dwell,  down  bc-lo  w. 


68 


FRANK  CONVERSE’S 


Oh,  my  name  is  Abe  Linkum, 

Down  below! 

Oh,  my  name  is  Abe  Linkum, 

Down  below ! 

Oh,  my  name  is  Abe  Linkum, 

On  the  “goose”  question  I’m  some, 

And  the  rebels  I  will  drum 

Down  below ! 

Oh,  Secession’s  bound  to  fall, 

Down  below ! 

Oh.  Secession’s  bound  to  fail, 

Down  Joelow ! 

Oh,  Secession’s  bound  to  fall — 

Davis,  Beauregard,  and  all; 

I  will  drive  ’em  to  the  wall, 

Down  below ! 


9 


FIGHTIN’  IN  DE  AKMT, 
Banjo-Song, 

Sung  by  Charley  Fox. 


a  ±  * 


De  hard- esi  work  dat  ev  -  er  I  did  see,  Was 


mg  a  so  *  jer,  standin’  sen-  ter 


— {xr-Aff  ^  ^ 

- - - p  i— 

ft  ® 

H  fas  '  : 

Ifit 


All  for  to  go,  and  wear  de  sojer’sclo’se,  Dar’s 


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SH- 


noth  -  ing  like  fight  -  in’  in  de  ar  -  my, 


OLD  CREMONA  SONGSTER. 


69- 


Chorus . 


-  &  v  ”  C'  7  f 

-  !>  'j  \J  ]J  Y  .  1 

n  v  v  l 

-v — V — V — 2- - -2—1 

Rum -turn,  bum,  don’t  you  hear  de  drum? 


r-6-feJf — ^ — fc— f“ 

K-: 

:  '  itr.  A  .r~r 

J  -H 

~rr\  if  ^  .0  9 

.  f  J  f  J  T  f 

.  J2  IT  [ 

Drums  and  de 

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fi  -  fers,  don’t  you  hear  ’em  blow? 

nrfiF — Is — 1 

fe  zfc  i*  zjv 

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J. J 

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#  *  *  r  t  & 

?PrviT  * 

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Hold  up  your  head,  and  throw  out  your  chest,  And 


“1  ~N  r 

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J  !  <*  ! 

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1 

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be  a  brig  -  a  -  di  -  er  in  de  ar  -  my. 

Oh !  if  yon  want  to  be  a  big  man, 

Go  down  to  Washington  and  steal  all  you  can; 
Wear  good  clothes  and  drink  gin  slings, 

And  you  can  be  a  Tcurnel  in  de  army. 

Rumtum,  bum,  etc. 


If  I  was  Abe  Litikum  and  he  was  me, 

I’d  take  Jeff  Davis  and  hang ’him  on  a  tree  ; 
I’d  take  all  de  niggers  dat  is  a  loafin’  ’round, 
And  make  ’em  all  captains  in  de  army. 
Rumtum,  bum,  etc. 


CONUNDRUMS. 

Why  is  a  hoop  like  a  woman’s  tongue  ? 

Because  it  has  got  no  end. 

Why  is  twice  ten  like  twice  ■eleven  ? 

Because  twice  ten  are  twenty,  and  twice  eleven  are 
twenty-two  (too). 


TO 


PRANK  CONVERSE’S 


THE  BROOM-PEDDLER.  (Comic  Banjo-Song,) 

Sung  by  Frank  Converse. 


$ 


Now  pay  at  -  ten  -  tion,  white  folks,  while  I 
Cho.  Then  white  folks,  lis  -  ten  to  me  now,  and 
. - - - »- 


JUi 


sing  a  lit  -  tie  ditty, 
hear  this  aw  -  ful  strain, 


It’s  all  a-bout  a 
It’s  all  a-bout  a 


i 


A 


1 


broom  ped  -  dler,  that  lived 
broom  ped  -  dler,  that  lived 


in  de  Em  -  pire 
in  Fid  -  dler’s 


round  a-bout  the  town,  Till  he  fell  in  love  wid 

2-^^  -“n-l 


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dam  -  su  -  el  that  turned  him  up  -  side  down. 

He  used  to  wear  a  hickory  shirt,  and  overalls  so  blue  ;  [too. 
He  was  double-breasted  iu  d'e  back, and  smoked  his  meresham 
He  stood  six  feet  high  in  his  stocking-feet,  and  weighed  two 
hundred  pounds — 

He  licked  de  big  Magnesia  boy  in  just  lebenty-leben  rounds. 


When  Linkum  made  de  call  for  troops,  it  set  old  Broorney 
He  started  off  for  Canada  just  to  git  clear  of  draftin’,  [laughin’, 
When  his  true-love  did  hear  of  this,  she  took  cold  chills  and 
cramps:  [stamps! 

She  went  and  committed  Susan-cide  wid  a  box  of  postage- 


OLD  CREMONA  SONGSTER. 


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POLICY  AHD  POLITICS.  (Comic  Ditty.) 


As  sung  by  Nelse  Seymouk. 


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I’m  Sam  wliat  strikes  de  ban  -  jo, 


tezfvx: 


and 


dts. 


# - 1 — t — 


Pol  -  i  -  cy  does  play,  On  Four  E-lev-enand 


- - - ; - - - ' - /■  * - 

Four-ty-four,  I  mon-ey  —  bet  each' day.  I  may 


V  r - r - - - p - 

dream  un  -  til  my  brains  fly  out,  but  it  ^jviil  do  no 


— | — <«— $ 


good. 


And 


am  not  smart  e  -  nough 


zjY 


■±=3r^±i 


for  mis  -  ter  Pol  -  i  -  cy  Wood. 


-  Our  country  is  turned  upside  down,  by  swindlers  and  the 
like ; 

An  honest  man,  I’m  sorry  to  say,  can  nowhere  make  a 
strike ;  [smoke, 

Our  noble  soldiers  through  dis  war  have  fought  in  lire  and 
Because  Abe  Linkum  had  to  wait  for  to  tell  his  last  joke. 

Come  all  ye  noble  sportsmen,  come  sympathize  with  me — 
I’ll  tell  you  a  jig  I  want  you  all  to  play  dis  night  with  me: 
It’s  “  Union,  Constitution ,  and  the  creed  of  Washington  1” 
We  then  can  put  the  busin©33  through,  and  soon  the  day’ll 
be  won. 


»2 


FRANK  CONVERSE’S  CREMONA  SONGSTER. 


UE W-YORK  LADIES.  (Comic  End-Song.) 

Sung  by  Charley  Fox. 


Now.  little  gals,  just  look  at  me, 


and 


§ 


hear  just  what  I  say,  I’ll  tell  you  ’bout  de 


& 


fa  -  shi  -  ons,  dat  promenade  Broadway,  l>e 


i 


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Mory  A.ntiqdes  and 


sa  -  tin  things,  ob] 


i 


blue,  red,  white,  and  green,  Bey  trail  away,  be- 


-hind  ’em  far,  like  a  street  -  sweeping  machine. 


De  ladies,  when  dey  promenade,  a-shoppin’  dey  do  go, 

Wid  muffs  chock  full  ob  “greenbacks,”  to  make  a  dashing 
show; 

||:  Dey  pull  down  all  de  dry  goods  and  sling  ’em  all  about — 
Stick  up  their  noses,  pout  their  lips,  and — den*  walk  right 
straight  out  :]| 

De  bonnets  am  so  very  tall — -just  three  feet  high  or  more — 
And  filled  wid  wegetables,  bought  from  a  grocery  store ; 
jj:  And  den  de  stripecLBal morals,  all  frill’d  and  crimp’d  below, 
Dey  slightly  raise  their  Mory  Antiques ,  to  make  a  little  show.jj 


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